And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Katniss: 'What about you? Ive seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour'. I snap at him Tell him that. Thats not nothing. Peeta: Yes and Im sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.